Prehistoric Hallett Cove and Beyond
Mr. K (my husband) and I parked ourselves on the lawns near the Hallett Cove foreshore. I sat on my towel and looked around at the families enjoying their picnics, and dogs chasing frisbees.
‘Well, where are they?’ I asked.
‘I bet they’re late,’ Mr. K muttered.
We waited, breathing in the sea-air on the gentle breeze, admiring the sparkle on the deep blue water, the emerald-green grass, and the rugged coastline. Then I closed my eyes, lay on the towel and napped.
After some minutes, I remarked, ‘They’re taking their time.’
Mr. K pulled out his mobile phone and tapped in a text.
We waited some more. My husband shook his head.
I spotted two familiar K-Team vehicles winding their way down the hill and then, fifty-metres away, parking.
I pointed. ‘They’re here.’
As the occupants of the K-Cars spilled out onto the footpath, Mr. K received a text. He wagged his head again.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘They want to know where we are.’
‘Can’t they see us?’
Mr. K chuckled. ‘Let’s see how long it takes.’
We watched as the not-so-distant K-relatives milled about like sheep on the grassy slopes. Mr. K’s brother, P1 put the phone to his ear.
Mr. K’s phone rang and he answered, ‘We’re here.’ Then he took a few steps towards the K-Crowd.
They turned and walked away. We waved at them, shouting, ‘We’re here! Hoy!’
One of our Swiss visitors stopped, turned and looked. Then he nudged P1 who was still had his phone fixed to his ear.
Soon after, the lost K-Sheep had found us.
We trooped down the end of the road past the café to where the walk into geological history begins. A parting of ways of Australia from Antarctica many eons ago, erosion and a glacier, had carved a slice through the landscape exposing multi-layers of geological history. We hiked through land that appeared to be a scene stolen from some Sci-Fi set.
Plaques along the way explained what happened, how long ago these features formed and what eras the layers of rocks represented. Websites such as the following : http://www.environment.sa.gov.au/parks/Find_a_Park/Browse_by_region/Adelaide/hallett-cove-conservation-park, do a better job of explaining all the technical details than I would ever do.
I was more intrigued with the form, texture and photogenic beauty of the Hallett Cove Conservation Park. Here are some aspects captured:
[Photo 1. Sugar Loaf]
[Photo 2 Diorama]
[Photo 3 Valley]
[Photo 4 Glacier scars]
Having completed the walk through this most unusual park, the T-Team ventured to the sea shore.
[Photo 5 Hallett Cove from Lookout]
Waves lapped the sand and crashed against the rocks at the point. Fishermen on the rocks at the point, tried their luck for snapper, garfish or whatever the Gulf of St. Vincent was offering on Good Friday.
[Photo 6 Fishermen on Rocks at the Point]
‘The tide’s coming in,’ I explained to our visitors. ‘You can see the waves are swamping and coming further in each time.’
We stood and watched the waves. Mesmerised.
Then the K-Team climbed over the rocks around the point. A hidden cove awaited us there; our reward for the effort. Small rock-holes promised fish and crabs. A gathering of stones and shells offered treasures for collectors.
[Photo 7 Stone-shell pile]
The K-Team scrambled over the boulders to a cave. A young couple seemed to own that cave for this Good Friday. On the ledge nearby, a family gathered the remnants of a picnic, and their children who were reluctant to leave this perfect place.
[Photo 8 Hidden Cove with Cave]
We perched on rocks and gazed out to sea—the waves again and again rose like mountains and then with a heave, crashed into the rocks. Tempting to sit and stay forever, lost in time.
‘The tide’s coming in,’ I said. ‘Best not stay too long or we’d be stuck here.’
No one moved.
‘Let’s see Sellicks Beach at sunset,’ I said, hating to spoil their fun, ‘it’s a perfect day for a sunset on the cliffs.’
This time, like sheep, the K-Team heeded my voice and followed Mr. K and me out from the cove, and then by car, we made a convoy up Lonsdale Road to the expressway heading for Sellicks Beach.
After the expressway, on South Road, we passed the turn-off to Victor Harbour. I looked back. ‘Um, I can see P1’s car, but where’s your other brother, M’s car?’
‘Behind P1, I think,’ Mr. K said. ‘Can’t you see the car?’
I glimpsed something resembling M’s car. ‘I think so.’
We reached the road leading to Sellicks Beach and turned. P1’s car turned too. ‘I can’t see M’s car.’
‘Maybe he went to Victor Harbour,’ Mr. K said.
‘I hope not.’
Mr. K sighed as we neared Sellicks Beach. ‘Now where do we go?’
‘Down the ramp.’
‘What ramp? I don’t see a ramp.’
‘Right there.’ I pointed. ‘Turn right.’
He who argues with Sat Nav’s and ignores their instructions, didn’t turn where I told him to, but kept driving on the road above the cliffs. ‘Where do I turn?’ he bleated.
I indicated behind us, but not in a smooth-calm voice that the Sat Nav would have. ‘Back there!’
‘What? Why didn’t you say so?’
Huffing and puffing, Mr. K manoeuvred the Ford around making a U-turn. Then he detected a car park on the same level as the road. ‘We should park there.’
The thought of trekking up the steep slope to our car after the descent to the beach didn’t appeal to me. ‘No, let’s go to the lower one.’
‘Fine then,’ Mr. K muttered and then drove down the ramp to the lower car park. P1’s car followed.
Parked in the lower car park, we waited for M.
‘I think he took the road to Victor Harbour,’ P1 said. ‘He seemed to disappear around the time of that turn-off.’
Mr. K pursed his lips and shook his head. We waited and observed cars parked on the beach. Waves already lapped at the ramp leading to the beach. Seemed some drivers had left it a little too late to escape the beach and rising tide. Perhaps the owners planned to camp the night and fish. One four-wheel drive vehicle, drove through the surf to climb the ramp back to the road.
[Photo 9 Fishermen at Sellicks]
‘Let’s have some afternoon tea while we wait,’ I said and then opened up the back of the station wagon. Before I’d finished serving coffee and hot cross buns, M’s car rolled down the ramp and parked beside P1’s car. We gathered around as M and his Swiss passengers stepped out.
‘I took the road to Victor Harbour and had to take the scenic route to get here,’ M said.
The K-Team watched the sunset on the Sellicks cliffs; a regular paparazzi of K-clickers with their cameras captured the sun sinking on the horizon.
[Photo 10 K-Paparazzi]
Then, with the sun gone, the K-Team wound their way back to our place for a roast chicken dinner.
[Photo 11 Sunset on waves]
© Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2017
Feature photo: K-Team, Hallett Cove © Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2017
All photos in this article © Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2017